Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Franke,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
MC5,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.